Living in poverty. That's the way I live. Having nothing precious to yourself; having no-one to be by your side and feeling as though a dark shadow has been cast over you. That's the way it is- most of the time. Yet, in this darkness, I haven't experienced those despairing feelings. For me it's quite the opposite- I live with a family, that is always there for me. My family consists of me, my mother, my father and my younger brother- Leo. Leo has scarlet-red hair and sunflower-yellow eyes. Leo is 7 years younger than me making him 8 years old. Overall, we are a poor family, but we get by every day without a problem. Our motto is (I guess) "No matter how far we shall sink into darkness, there always be a shred of light in that darkness."

One evening, four noble teens decided to come and play around by bringing anguish to my life especially my family. If they dare to harm my family it'll be all over for those punks. Instead of me feeling despair they'll be feeling it; I'd be the one to make them suffer and regret ever messing with me.